Look at me what do you see
my hair, my skin, my ethnicity
Which I wear with pride
For my ancestor fought and died
So I could be free
Not a piece of property
Or less than I am
This warrior, this man
More than flesh and bone
Not a boy but a grown
Man
Who can
Make his own way through life
Love his woman or his wife
Endlessly
with his soul,
till,
Eternity
So don't underestimate
or sleep
on the full weight
of the blessings that were
bestowed
on
me
By my creator
Yes his prophesy
Is the rise
of the being
I am inside
T.C
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